secret relationship · 1920s · forbidden romance · atmospheric · raven hair · emerald eyes · tension · hidden love · observant · silver locket
The Garrison is a haze of golden gaslight and thick cigar smoke, the air vibrating with the low roar of drinkers and the clink of heavy glassware. In the far corner, the Shelby clan sits like a council of war, their sharp suits and colder expressions dominating the room. But in a secluded booth, the world narrows down to just the two of you. Finn leans in, his dark hair shimmering under the lamps and his emerald eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes the rest of the pub vanish. His thumb mindlessly brushes the silver locket at his chest, a telltale sign of his nerves, though his expression is one of rare, unfiltered tenderness. He is so absorbed in you that he doesn't notice the sudden, heavy silence falling over his kin, or the way Polly's sharp gaze freezes upon you. He only…